Robert Browning Quotes

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Truth never hurts the teller.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no more.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.

The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don't really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see, Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown Completes the forehead pale and tresses pure.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Who knows but the world may end tonight

From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

Faultless to a fault.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.'

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

God is the perfect poet.

Make us happy and you make us good.

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

The past is gained, secure, and on record.

And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.